The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 7

Vivienne, dressed in black casual wear and a leisure hat, found the corresponding room number

according to the message someone sent in WhatsApp, and pushed open the door.

The person inside saw her and quickly stood up, “You’re here.”

He was Matthew from Emerald Monastery, who had been handling affairs for Vivienne over the years.

“Mhm.” Vivienne took off her hat and put it on a chair nearby. “Where’s the stuff?”

Matthew handed her a bag of documents, “I was planning to buy a villa, but you were in a hurry, so I

could only find a house in Tranquil Estates. I bought it for three times the market price. Here are the

property certificate and the transfer procedures, all done.”

This house cost a whopping four million dollars. They could have bought a villa with that money.

Matthew felt a pang of regret when he thought about it. “No worries, as long as there are no major

problems. Vivienne put the bag of documents into her purse, then took out a ceramic jar, “Sell it.”

Matthew’s eyes bulged in surprise, ‘A whole jar? That much?”

These were mysterious healing pills that were being fought over on the black market. Each one was

worth half a million dollars, and having more money didn’t guarantee you could buy them. Vivienne only

supplied one pill at a time, and it would take four or five months before she could supply another. As a

result, the value of the healing pills was extremely high.

This time Vivienne actually brought out a whole jar. How could it not be shocking?

“Ah, I spent four million dollars, and I have to earn it back. Otherwise, I’ll have to scrimp and save next

month.” Vivienne rubbed her temples, looking a little down. She was rather lazy and didn’t want to

spend too much energy on money matters. Over the years, she had only earned a total of four million

dollars by selling healing pills, and she had just spent it all today.

She needed to earn some more money. She still had to support her father and mother.

Dorian and Cordelia also had a son, who was attending a boarding school kindergarten.

Cordelia’s eldest daughter, Astrid, didn’t need her support. She was older than Vivienne and had her

own job. But after Vivienne returned, Cordelia used the legacy for Astrid. This money, Vivienne still had

to earn back.

Matthew chuckled awkwardly, “Ms. Hawthorn, don’t you feel guilty saying that?”

Just selling this jar of healing pills should bring in at least ten million dollars, right? And she was talking

about scrimping and saving.

“I’m really broke.” Vivienne blinked, looking very serious.

“Ah, yes, you’re broke.” Matthew looked at the sky speechlessly.

Vivienne put on her hat and patted Matthew on the shoulder, “I gotta go. I’ll leave the task of making

our business great to you.”

Matthew thought to himself, “You really think too highly of me.”

Vivienne left, planning to go to a nearby shopping mall to buy some gifts for her family. Just as she was

about to enter the mall, there was a commotion ahead.

“Whose child is this? Are her parents not with her? Look, what’s wrong with this child? Why is she

convulsing?”

“It seems this child came here alone. She suddenly fell to the ground. Is she sick?”

“Is there a doctor? Come and take a look, please!”

Vivienne’s gaze fell on the crowd, and with just one glance, her eyes narrowed. A girl about five years

old was lying on the ground, looking extremely weak. Her face was so shocking, it couldn’t really be

called a face. At this moment, she was convulsing, making her already shocking face even more

terrifying.

After a while, she stood up and walked into the crowd.

When the crowd parted, a voice came, “Oh dear! This child is really ugly!”

Vivienne looked over and saw Arabella and two other girls standing there, their faces filled with disgust.

Then another girl said, “Arabella, aren’t you studying medicine with Dr. William? Why don’t you go and

take a look? This girl looks pitiful.”

“I’ve only learned a bit, and this girl’s illness looks serious. I’d better call an ambulance.” Arabella’s

gazes were cold.

Vivienne walked past them, looking at them expressionlessly, then walked into the crowd. She picked

up the little girl, fed her a healing pill, and then took out a bag of silver needles she carried with her.

Arabella was surprised to see Vivienne. When she saw Vivienne take out a bag full of silver needles,

preparing to give the little girl acupuncture, she immediately stepped forward and said, “What are you

doing? Stop right now!”

Vivienne gave her a cold look and ignored her. Just as she was about to start the acupuncture, a

middle–aged woman suddenly rushed in, pushed Vivienne away, and cradled the little girl in her arms,

“Who are you? What are you going to do to her?”

Vivienne’s face turned gloomy in an instant. She hated being disturbed while treating patients. But

seeing the little girl’s condition wasn’t good, she still patiently explained, “She’s having an attack. I’m

going to give her acupuncture.”

Upon hearing this, the middle–aged woman breathed a sigh of relief, “Are you a doctor?”

Before Vivienne could answer, Arabella interjected, “Vivienne, don’t mess around. You haven’t properly

studied the arts of acupuncture. How can you casually treat people? If something goes wrong, the

Hawthorn family will be affected.”

Arabella was really afraid that Vivienne would cause a big problem. Now she was the granddaughter of

the Hawthorn family, the Hawthorn family’s affairs would affect her, and if the Hawthorn family had a

problem, she would be affected too.

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Hearing Arabella’s words, the people around also started to say, “Miss, we understand you want to

save her, but you can’t risk it. This is a matter of life

and death.”

“We should wait for the ambulance. I’ve already called for it.”

The middle–aged woman’s expression changed drastically when she heard this, and she hugged the

little girl even tighter, “What? You’re not a doctor?” Vivienne’s expression was so cold that it was hard

to approach, and there was a chill in the air around her. Those who knew her would know that she was

getting angry.

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Just then, the little girl suddenly vomited white froth, her eyes rolled back, and her face turned pale as

paper. The middle–aged woman was startled and quickly asked, “Is there a doctor? Someone please

save her.”

Vivienne didn’t have time to be pissed, she yanked the little girl away from the middle–aged woman.

Before the woman could utter a word, Vivienne shot her a look, “If you want her to kick the bucket,

keep stopping me.”

The woman froze in her tracks, glanced at the little girl, then back at Vivienne, and kept her mouth shut.

Arabella saw Vivienne ignoring everyone and injecting the girl, and fier face turned beet red. She

shrieked, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? You trying to screw over the Hawthorn family?”

Vivienne suddenly turned her head, her gaze icy and filled with anger, “If you yammer one more word,

I’ll shut you up.”

Faced with Vivienne’s icy glare, Arabella felt a chill, and clammed up.

Elsewhere.

A black sedan was speeding along, the atmosphere inside was as cold as ice. Percival sat in the back

seat, his face emotionless, an aura of seriousness and menace surrounding him.

Leopold glanced at him and murmured, “I’ve arranged for the nearest doc to take care of her. Isolde will

be just fine.”

Isolde was Richard’s youngest granddaughter, and Percival’s most cherished little sister. Percival didn’t

initially plan for her to come to Havenwood, but she wasn’t happy in the Ellington family, so she insisted

he bring her.

Percival’s heart softened, so he brought her here and purchased a villa for her. He sent the nanny who

had been looking after her to continue taking care of her here.

Lately, Isolde had been feeling insecure about her looks and didn’t want to go out. So Percival had the

nanny take Isolde for a walk around the villa. But who would’ve thought, they’d end up at the shopping

center. As they passed by, Isolde saw a pair of earrings she thought her future sister–in–law would like,

so she went into the mall with the nanny. However, when the nanny was paying, people started pointing

at Isolde. She couldn’t take the pressure and bolted, which triggered her condition.

The nanny couldn’t find her and urgently called Percival. They found out what happened at the mall

through surveillance and rushed over.

Percival’s hand clenched his phone tight, his voice as cold as ice, “Step on it.”